Painting of the Nine Immortals

It took only a short time before Jian Ji scolded Ling Xian, Huang Jiuge became angry, and then shot.

Therefore, the Son of God did not respond.

When he reacted, Jian Ji and Qin Ji's bodies were broken. If he didn't take the shot in time, the soul would have to dissipate.

"So brave."

The Son of God looked ugly, and in front of him, breaking the body of Jian Ji and Qin Ji was undoubtedly making him look shameless.

At the moment, he fell into the palm of his hand, and Wanshan was in ruins.

Suddenly, the boulevard was roaring, the sky was falling apart, and Huang Jiujie fell like an ice cave.

Not that she was timid, but that the Son of God was too terrible. It felt like she was facing an immortal king, and there was nothing to stop her.

"Your opponent is me." Ling Xian looked calm, pointed out, and shattered the mountains.

boom!

All realms shook, nine days trembled, and the two invincibles confronted each other powerfully. Their might swept across the heavens and their potential collapsed.

Jian Ji and Qin Ji were frightened and retreated at a rapid speed.

Phoenix Jiu Ge also retreated.

The aftermath is terrible. Even if she is a demon and a god, she can't regard it calmly.

"The son of God is well-deserved." Ling Xianxing's eyes were deep. Sixty years ago, he had no rivals. Today, he is even stronger.

The Son of God can share the autumn with him. It can be seen that this man is also an invincible existence in Wonderland. Looking at the two realms of eternity, only he can compete with this man.

"Your blood, I'm going to fix it." The Son of God stood with his hands in his hands, the light of the gods stretched, the Tao opened up, and the invincible style illuminated the world.

He is arrogant and cannot live forever, but he has mad capital.

As the Son of God, no matter it is talent, understanding, or luck, it is the vanguard of eternity. No one can match it.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he was born with a golden spoon, and he has been loved by thousands of people, not to mention despair, he has not even been involved in any storm.

Compared to him, Ling Xian was miserable.

The ups and downs are commonplace, and desperate situations are commonplace. If he weren't strong enough, his soul would have been gone.

"not necessarily."

Ling Xian glanced gently at the Son of God and said, "You are defeated in the battle of the maids."

Heard that the Son of God looked ugly and speechless.

The same is true of Jian Ji and Qin Ji.

Regardless of appearance, temperament, or strength, they are far less than Huang Jiuge. What is it?

"Kill you, she is my maid."

The Son of God gave Ling Xian a cold look, Hong Jun's blood awakened, and a supreme immortal shadow stood proud and swallowed nine days and six realms.

The next moment, the big day burned the sky, the ancient Buddha sat in a pan, and the nine great immortal bones appeared in turn, the Tao was endless, and the immortal light was shining.

It is the invincible fairy bones of the nine holy bodies.

Phoenix Nine Songs vibrated, and I never dreamed that, in addition to the true blood of Hongjun Tianzun, the man in white was also the sole immortal of the nine holy bodies.

Ling Xian was also surprised.

The Son of Heaven sits with him on an equal footing. In some ways, even above him, he can awaken the unique immortal bones of the nine holy bodies, and the Son of Heaven naturally can.

What surprised him was how the Son of God awakened the nine immortals.

Others don't say it for the time being, just talking about the truth of the fish, only Lingxian's blood is the source.

Without the blood of the origin, how could the Son of God awaken the immortal bones?

"The Nine Great Eucharist is rare in the world, and one person may not appear in the whole life."

"Since ancient times, the largest one is only three or four Eucharist, but in this life, the nine Eucharist have gathered."

The Son of God smiled and said, "Aren't you curious about the reason?"

"Say."

Ling Xian's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. When something happened, there must be demons. At most, three or four holy bodies appeared in the first life.

"because I."

"The Son of God is born, the Nine Great Sacred Bodies are bound to be born, and the significance of their existence is for me to wake up the Nine Great Souls."

"I don't need real blood. As long as the Nine Eucharist exists, I can awaken the Eucharist."

The Son of God smiled, and said, "It's cheap for you. If you didn't borrow my light, can you awaken the unique immortal bones of the nine holy bodies?"

"The Son of God is truly unique." Ling Xian sighed softly. He has endured hardships and hardships to achieve what he is today.

The Son of God, however, did not waste any effort, even the nine holy bodies served him, and the Lord took care of him too much.

If it is said that the son of God is rich and can be an enemy country, Lingxian is a beggar who has eaten and has not eaten, which is totally incomparable.

"Now you understand what kind of opponent you are facing."

The Son of God looked down at Ling Xian, and smiled lightly: "I was destined to be the only one in my life and dominate all beings, what do you compare with me?"

"External conditions, you are indeed a hundred times stronger than me."

Ling Xian's expression is calm and the external conditions are not as good as the Son of God. This is an indisputable fact, but it does not mean that he is inferior to the Son of God.

Downwind is a good thing, but it is not an absolute good thing. How can it be really strong without going through the wind and rain?

Ling Xian never complained of too many bumps. In his opinion, frustration means growth. Without so many despair, he would not have achieved what he is today.

"Listen to your tone, I'm not as good as you?" The Son of God shook his head and laughed.

"You are worse than me."

Ling Xian spoke faintly, bumpy so that he was not afraid of danger, insisted that he keep moving forward, just say this, he threw dozens of streets to the son of Cang.

"Joke, what am I better than you?"

The Son of God chuckled, and said, "I am destined to dominate all beings, invincible, and you are just my stepping stone."

"In the first half of the practice, the superior external conditions put you above everyone else, but in the second half of the practice, the external conditions have been useless and depend on yourself."

Ling Xian's expression was indifferent. The Son of God had such superior conditions but could only be on par with him. This proved from the side that he was better.

"Let the facts speak."

The son of God said with a smile and said, "It turns out that you are not as good as me."

"Come on, this fateful duel will end today." Ling Xian rose to his feet, stepped over hundreds of millions of kilometers, and stood proudly among the stars.

He is the first person in Wonderland. It can be broken for nine days with one thought, and can be used for peace.

The Son of God is not weaker than him. If he fights in Wan Jianzong, even if there is an immortal array, the immortal star will be full of wounds.

Only the starless sky can withstand the aftermath of the two men's fight.

"When you fall, this is when I become king."

The Son of God smiled a little, and Tao was immortal, returning to the truth, unfathomable.

He is not an immortal, but a god, but he is the son of God, and the sacred realm does not exist at all.

Therefore, as long as the Pangu real blood of Lingxian is refined, he can become the king of immortals and dominate all sentient beings.

"When you fell, it was also when I became king." Ling Xian looked calm, the Son of God regarded him as a prey, and he regarded the Son of Cang as a prey.

No matter who wins, the other person can become the immortal king and have exclusive respect for the world.

"My words are Providence, your words are a joke."

The smile of the Son of God is undiminished, a sword illuminates Xinghe, and a piano shakes for nine days.

Both are immortals, and they are the best among immortals, second only to the immortal king.